Gutter Lover
[I’m a guy. Maybe that’s why this happened to me.]
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“Nice shoes…not,” she laughed. Who was she? The street was empty, my only company being wind-blown trash. It was creepy having this woman’s voice coming at me from nowhere. “At least you got cute ankles.”
All right…somebody had to be pranking me. First thing to come to mind was one of those prank shows on television. I was all alone with the power lines and the closed businesses, right? There weren’t even any cars parked for blocks in either direction. “Okay, where are you? Don’t take any pictures for God’s sake.” I assured myself it must be Omar. My housemate was always pulling my leg, and with the next day being my twenty-eighth birthday it seemed like an obvious opportunity for somebody to pull my leg. The giggli
